Storming through her house, she stopped in front of the kitchen sink. Depositing her glass on the counter, she stared out into the night through the open window. The backyard was pitch-black, not a single light shining, and a chill slid over her skin. She needed to put some floodlights on the house, something to warn her if someone was outside when they shouldn’t be.
“Chey?”
Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter tightly when Brendon said her name.
“What?” she asked through gritted teeth.
“I know you’re pissed, but you can’t expect me to just let this go. If there’s some crazy bastard out there who’s hell-bent on hurtin’ you, I’m not gonna sit back and simply hope it doesn’t happen.”
Spinning around to face him, she realized he was standing close.
Very, very close.
The difference in their heights was drastic. The top of her head didn’t even reach his shoulder. Hell, she could probably easily fit beneath his armpit, not that she wanted to.
Tilting her head back, she let her eyes peruse his face—his hard, strong jaw, his slightly crooked nose, and the long, black lashes that fringed his beautiful, sexy eyes. When she finally peered into those blue-gray orbs, she saw sheer determination glittering there.
“I don’t want Travis to know,” she insisted, some of her anger defusing. “He’s got a family to take care of.”
“He would want to know,” Brendon refuted.
“Maybe. But that doesn’t make it right. I would never forgive myself if this asshole did somethin’ to them.”
“So that’s what you’re doin’? Protectin’ Travis? Who’s gonna protect you, Cheyenne?”
Cheyenne didn’t answer. Hell, he’d hit her with three questions and she didn’t know how to respond.
Brendon’s eyes narrowed as he stared down at her. “Has this guy hurt you?”
“No,” she answered quickly. “I swear. I’ve never even met him.”
“Do you know who he is?”
Cheyenne tore her eyes away from Brendon’s as she shook her head. “No. The cops don’t have any leads.”
“Is someone pressin’ them to find out? Your agent, maybe? Manager? I don’t know how it all works.”
“My tour manager had people payin’ attention. He put security on me durin’ the shows. My manager, Preston, gave the info to the cops. But no, as of right now, no one’s actively looking into it. At least not that I know of.”
“We need to find out who he is,” Brendon stated adamantly.
“We?” Cheyenne couldn’t believe her ears. Here was a man who couldn’t stand the sight of her and he was telling her that he wanted to help her?
“Yes. We. As in me and you. That’s your only other choice here, Chey. We figure this out, or I go to Travis.”
“Sorry, but last time I checked, I was just a singer. I don’t have any skills in findin’ people.”
Brendon chuckled, and Cheyenne forced her gaze back to his face, noticing instantly that the hard line of his jaw was softening somewhat.
“Maybe you don’t, but I know someone who does,” he told her when she looked into his eyes.
“Who? And please don’t say Gage. I told you, I’m not bringin’ them into this.”
“No, not Gage. Just a guy I went to high school with. He works for a security firm up in Dallas. It’s their specialty.”
“What security firm?” she inquired.
“Sniper One.”
Cheyenne’s eyes widened. Everyone knew Sniper 1 Security. Well, everyone in her business anyway. They were a team of hard-core enforcers who did everything from tracking missing people, freeing them if necessary—both civilian and military—to guarding some of the wealthiest people in the world. And plenty in between. Some of Cheyenne’s peers had used the agency a time or two in instances like this.
“And you think your buddy’s willin’ to help me?” Cheyenne questioned disbelievingly.
“Yeah. I do.”
Cheyenne wasn’t sure what to say to that. If Brendon wanted to help locate the stupid man who had destroyed her apartment and ultimately terrorized her for the past year, how was she supposed to say no?
“Okay,” she muttered.
“Okay?” Brendon tilted her chin up with the side of his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze again.
“Don’t sound so surprised,” she bit out.
“Sorry, I’ve never known you to be that easy.”
She wasn’t easy, but then again, Brendon would know that firsthand, wouldn’t he? “Yes. I’m okay with it, especially if it’ll keep everyone safe. I’ll pay whatever they want.”